In Passing

With rakish flair, the neophyte
Plies himself with learning and development
Whilst the masters maunder, bete noires
A shark pool of hebetude chum

The young ones reap the lucre
In a land salutary to them
While the irascible old men and women
Pule at the injustice of it all

But thus is the machinations of society
That each gesticulation guides the young
Down time's winding path towards the sea
Yielding their youth to entropy

The End

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